I didn’t know how many of them there were, just that they were there, and I was grateful to have the wall for cover and the door to hide behind. The yelling started and then all I heard was the sound of hammerfist on something, then someone hitting the floor. It sounded like Hank had decked the guy good! Raul fired again and… I learned how the sound of a bullet into a knee cap sounds like. The orange troopers just seemed so calm about it all, one of the others asking if the guy on the ground could make it. He … pretty much calmly replied that he was dead, gave the same reply to confirm it when his comrade wanted to confirm it, then there was some chatter about not having a radio signal to call for backup.
Then it struck me, these guys were American! I expected them to be speaking Korean, so maybe these guys were trained soldiers from before the bombs, stationed here in Korea. Whatever, they took our friends, no heroes here.
There was some chatter from Raul saying that there were still two more that he had seen in the doorway before taking cover. Then, I guess this guy’s commander started to ask how many of us there were. Raul took a blind shot to …silence the guy on the ground. I’m sort of glad though, bleeding out is a terrible way to go, bad enough that I was half considering at least giving the guy a tourniquet, even if he was a ship storming bastard. There was automatic fire returned through the doorway. It seemed like we were at a stalemate.
We were wrong. There was the sound of something heavy cutting the air, then the thud of something hitting the back wall. Heavy metal on concrete. I think both Raul and I yelled for people to run or dive or something, Walter did so in an instant, poor little guy probably had already peed his pants. Probably twice.
The next moment was a blur, the grenade went off and then the guy with the automatic rifle jumped out in a dive roll, got into a stable position and started to fire on Raul. Shit. I got the knife I picked up and knowing I couldn’t get to him in time to stop him, but just maybe I could mess up his aim by having the thing to bounce off of him. It was made for cutting meat and veggies, and I don’t know anything about throwing knives but.. it flew. It hit. It hit him in the soft bits. Hank and even Walter were charging him too. It looked like Raul had taken a hit but seemed to be alive.
Walter got there first, swinging his crowbar and just ended up hitting padding. Not effective and probably just made the guy mad. He turned and was trying to shoot the kid just in time for Hank to get there and hammer him in the head. I think everyone head the cracking sound, seeing him fall and spasm… poor bastard.
I rushed to get to Raul as a arc of flame came out of the doorway. Well, we then knew what the last guy had. Raul wasn’t too hurt, declined morphine, and I just yanked the round out and applied a tourniquet so he wouldn’t bleed too much. We started to smell gas and soon the next room was on fire. Then the taunting came.
Walter crawled over to the still convulsing corpse, got his respirator off, and starting bashing him in the face to get him out of his misery. He pulled back the assault rifle, an M-16. yeah, defiantly US army we were dealing with. Raul and I edged to the door , trying to see in and spot the guy… nothing that we could see from our angle. We kept the guy talking though to get an idea where he was as I got the M-16 ready to shoot. Raul would be much better with it than me, but that wounded arm was going to kill his accuracy. How does this thing work, you just pull the trigger, right? Yeah, can’t be hard. I got up and started to back up to the far wall, using the doorway to keep a narrow frame of reference and for cover. We spotted each other at the same time, we aimed at each other and fired. Next thing I know I’m on my ass and he was crawling out while on fire. The beat down finished him off pretty quick.
I started to take care of Raul while everyone else tried to put him out and gathered the body in the doorway. The one still in the room was pretty worthless at this point, and there was no point in waiting for the fire to burn itself out.
The sudden increase in equipment was the closest thing we have had to Christmas in five years, so we had a fiery and bloody Christmas.
We eventually left and started to head back to the subway station to tell Don Bon Dong that he would be having four less Orange tribesmens to worry about. The terminal had been visited again, a sword pinning a man to the wall. The sound of metal on concrete came from behind us while I was moving to go grab the sword. We turned around and Walter used the flashlight to spot a Blue tribe guy. He seemed unusually calm for having all that firepower aimed at him, so he was defiantly not alone. He gave us an offer to join up.. and if we refused he would give us a 50-count to run. We discussed details with him and eventually he said he would give us two days to mull it over.